Chapter 1335


    Coley on the ground and said in an unruly manner," There are so many strong and capable men


    in the Yorks'' stronghold, yet you chose a weak and inept person like me as your hostage. Do you


    think they care about whether I live or die? Listen, if I''m dead, then Spencer that b*stard will only


    send me off to theherworld by beating his drums and blowing his trumpets."


    The young man smirked maliciously. "Cole Yorks, you''re the young master of the Yorks'' stronghold.


    Why do you even bother trying to belittle yourself?"


    Cole was petrified.


    "You... You recognize me?"


    "I will recognize you even after you turn into ashes."


    "Fine. An honest man doesn''t resort to underhanded means. Why did you kidnap me?"


    The young man''s thin lips curled into a blood-thirsty and cold sneer. "Why don’t you give it a


    guess?"


    Cole put away his unruly smile and said, "For money?"


    Then, with an utterly carefree attitude, he said, "The Yorks have plenty of money. Go and ask


    Spencer for it, but don’t ever shortchange yourself. Ask for as much a s you want because catching


    me is no easy feat. I''m


    curious to know how much I''m actually worth in Spencer’s eyes too, actually."


    The young man squeezed a few words from the gaps between his teeth. "I don’t want money, I want


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    Cole was nonplussed...


    He looked at the young man’s cold and deadly eyes before asking curiously, "Don’t tell me that I''ve


    messed with your ancestor’s grave?”


    He could see that the assassin was here specifically for him.


    The young man did not say a word, but his gaze was turning colder and colder like the snow that


    was piling up thicker and thicker on the ground outside.


    "I killed your entire family?" Cole made a wild guess.


    The fists under the young man’s sleeves were clenched harder and harder.


    When he caught a glimpse of the young man''s grim and sinister face, Cole knew he was half-right.


    His expression sank. "Who exactly are you?"


    The young man picked up the socks that had been stained with the dirty puddle on the ground and


    stuffed them in Cole''s mouth again.


    Cole widened his eyes in shock. How dare this darn kidnapper humiliate him a second time?


    The young man stood up and said faintly, "Wait for m e, I''ll go and buy some gasoline. I’ll let you


    know what i t feels like to burn in a raging inferno."


    Having said that, the young man left in strides.


    Gasoline?


    Raging inferno?


    Cole''s face paled abruptly as if he had suddenly thought of something. A zing fire shot out of his


    dark and profound pupils.


    ''Is that you, Jenson?''


    ''I almost burned your father back then, so now you’re trying to retaliate against me by doing the


    same thing, am I right?''


    He let out a muffled and inaudible scream, but the young man was only walking further and further


    away.


    What Cole did not know, however, was that his spection had been denied by Spencer himself.


    When Spencer failed to locate Cole in Mount Pearl, he brought with him a bunch of luxurious gifts to


    Jay''s residence.


    Knowing that Jay was not only grumpy but also mean and haughty, Carson knocked on the door


    cautiously.


    No one responded even after they had waited for a very long time.


    The door from across the room creaked open and a head poked out from the gap.


    The young man had drowsy-looking eyes as if he had just woken up.


    He had fair skin and thick ck hair, looking just like a pristine ink painting that was not soiled by a


    single speck of fine dust.